Chiang Xiao lowered her voice.
Her heart was exhausted. Although she was young, she not only had to deal with the people of the Old Chiang Family but also deal with this sudden fiancé.
Meng Xinian took a look around and took the shabby bedroom in at a glance.
For now, he harbored no romantic feelings for Chiang Xiao and did not feel giddy upon entering her bedroom. He simply felt some pity for her, living here all the time, in poverty and hardship.
Impatient and unable to resist the itch in her hand, Chiang Xiao stretched out a finger to poke his wound. Before she could touch it, he grabbed her hand.
"Poke my wound again, and if it doesn't heal, I might just stay here and refuse to leave," Meng Xinian said.
Chiang Xiao's eyes widened. Was he really going to be so unreasonable?
